Short First Of All Poems

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If I had one more day to live, I'd make it worth my while,
I'm not gonna waste that moment, I'll go out in style,
first of all I'd rob a bank and give it to my family,
then I'd
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A Message From Empowerment

I will make your will as strong as bamboo,
So tough your foes will hesitate to face you 

I will make you as resilient as the Wall of China 
But first of all, I must break you

Poets

I am not a man
I am a tiger
A cat! That's my perrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect picture
For what I put me among the biggest liars?
First of all, not all of them are liars.
Second, some are "who is that girl!?"
Third, some are "who is that guy!?"

Premium Member Coloration This Morning

Coloration this morning

First of all
we reset..knowing I Am..
lingering there
as the light transparent..
Then to return
to the place never left:
that seeming world
of every-thing..
And the Wholeness
I Am
adds morning coloration...

NIARB TOGGAM

A possum skull with Maggots and small agates filling its stomach
Maggots that Search for something Wise that will suffice
first Of all, my brain is a maggot searching for agates
my backyard, a prairie, has fulfilled me of not all of my wonders


Do You

Do you take this strife
No not without a wife

Do you take this wife
No not if she gives me strife

Do you take this life
Only with my own wife

To give to me all the strife
To maybe live a better life

But first of all I need a wife

DAMO x

Filler

This is 
not a world for me.
I am no
good for it.
First of all,
I can't be young again

and can't 
hope. I miss
hoping.
Stand around
in the market
useless in my space

reacting to the
pardon me
of those who seek
what they need.
They are the pleasant ones
who smile in their waiting.

Falling

First of Fall
Moonlit drive
First of all 
Still alive
First to fall
I survived
Fell to pieces
Cast aside
Fell apart
Failed to die
Fell for Love
Cupids lie
Fall forward
Fall behind
Fall forever
Love is blind
Fall for you 
Fall this time
Fall for love
I wouldn't mind

Premium Member The Gift

I'll break off a foot.
Ate both arms yesterday
The head went first of all
Early Christmas Day.

Best of all the gifts
The prize is surely won
A ginger man hand made
By my youngest, grown-up son.

Sweeter than the sugar
No frosting is so grand
The ginger scent recalls
The gentle touch of his hand.
Form: Rhyme

Three Witches

Just try to understand The ability To see 
  Where are these three witches 

  First of all it's hard to give them a forum
  
  Second hard to know why they are with us 

  Third they have a beauty of a goddess without a name


              SEA,AIR & NATURE  The three witches

 With love all 
 Jagdish bajantri
Form: Narrative

Premium Member See Ya Later

First of all let me say, It is some amazing people on this site. Many have befriended me and I them. I have learned a lot from so many of you.But I must say see you later. And keep those pens flowing! I'm not going to delete my account or remove my poems. I'm just saying, I'm taking a break from this site. I shall return.( Courtesy of my soup angel)- Alexis
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Grands Olfactory Haiku

coffee best describes
papa joe's essence for me
coffee kisses- YES

fertilizer stink
paternal grandaddy smell
famous tomatoes

noxzema only 
for miss toby before bed
shakey hands slicked up

but then grandmama
whew! peach cobbler first of all
sweet corn, pot roast, ham

oh man, those fried pies
blackberry and peach goodness
beautiful mem'ry
Form: Haiku

Lover's Call

Come to me with soft green eyes
With sultry lips that make me yearn
Sing to me your songs of love
Kindle fires, yet to burn
Amber hues are in your eyes
As fires heat within your gaze
Lovers here, we two, right now
Will meet in passion yet to play
Let me love you, ever more
Make this night the first of all
Join me now in loves embrace
Beckon to your lover’s call.
Form: Quatrain

November Rain

The evening of November first
Brought forth a gentle rain
For autumn sought to slake its thirst
While October had abstained

How fair to spare the children
That they might prowl the night
And their candy sacks be filled then
To their costumed hearts’ delight

Now November comes to claim
The scent of cold, wet stone
As the first of all fall rains
Seeps deep into this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Me

First of all, let me tell you this. I am not just like anybody else. I am an art, yet a perplex one. A notional, complicated masterpiece. Don't compel yourself to fathom my cognitive content because even I cannot explain who really am I to myself. I want you to understand me the way your mind can just do. After all, I am an abstract art. It depends upon the spectator what to see upon me.

I Am Committed To Peace

First of all,
I am committed to coexistence and peace
I am personally asking everyone
Let us together sailing across nations
There is peace to make.
The book of peace is finally launched
Thank you Saba Islamic Media
And thanks to everyone
Your help and prayer are cherish
 This little book is a success.




I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
PWTC, 290415. 11PM
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Form: Footle

Premium Member AI

AI

First of All:

It has the Wrong Name.
Artificial Means
Not Real.

Doesn't it?

So that's Wrong,
Right Away.

Isn't It?

I Mean:

Real Means
You DO Exist.

"Not"

Means...

Oh... OUCH.


*** unexplainable thinking dotsos  ***


NAH, just playin'.

It's OK.

*** Later ***

"Synthetic," Then.

Sure. Right.

Progress.

-Gray Squirrel

06-10-24

Premium Member Middle School Transition Day

Been to visit the middle school
Not ready to let our babies go there
First of all, they are like lambs
Innocent for the most part

But now that they have seen
The fantastically “fly” cheerleaders
Gyrating like pole dancers,
They are even more frightened.

Not the girls, of course 
As they are 12 going on 21.
I am talking about my boys,
Who sat like codfish, watching in rapt wonder.

Premium Member Itch

Itch

Does A Squirrel
Know It's A Squirrel?

***

First of All: 
Why Would That
Be My Name?

I Like It,
But It's 
Ridiculous,
Random.

Characterized
By Bias That's
Required For
Words to Have
Any
Meaning
At
All.

***

Does Your Experience Convey
Enough 
To Hear What I Say?

***

Their Greatest Fault
Is Nobody's Fault.

***

Now...
Skitter Away.

-Gray Squirrel

09-17-2024

This Horrific Poem

First of all, forget the rhyming - it's not gonna happen.
Or - if it does, by happenstance, be mildly surprised.
No loft or glory here be found - AR!
Now, like a pirate I do sound.
Dammit!
I promised you no rhymes.

A hazard spun from occupation;
a rhyme, a rhythm: (entertainin'?)
Well, maybe not, but rest assured, no fear.
'Tis not an epic, nay! The end is here.

Hooray!

~TH~  http://wrongwaywriteway.com
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Toxic State

Toxic State - Survival

My brain strains to know a challenge-
A mystery to solve, a frontier to cross, 
An equation to untangle...ANY ambition to 
Know any purpose of any being..
But my aged body cannot follow... its demands
For food and rest and doctoring are a brain's fulltime
occupation...no time for slack or serious play.
Alive.. still alive..the brain fights for its own
survival first of all

12/09/2016
Form: Verse

Am Ruling Lbtc

FIRST OF ALL I WOULD LIKE TO THANK ALL MY NIGAZ FOR BEING THERE FOR ME. I WOULD 
LIKE TO THANK MELVIN, BUGABOY, TERRY, MICHEAL, DALISO, GIDION, NASON THE MAN 
WHO LIKES TO WALK ALOT, MOPHAT OUR GANJA RASTA MAN, CHAZE GIRL WHO HAS 
TURNED INTO A GUY AND ALL MY CLASSMATES WHOM I HAVE NOT WRITTEN THEIR NAMES. 
ALL I CAN SAY IS MAY GOD BLESS US ALL AND GRANT US THE KNOWLEDGE SO THAT WE 
CAN PASS OUR EXAMS.

THANKYOU.
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To a Neighbor Back From War

To a Neighbor Back from War
 

First of all, your mind.
The chimes must stop,
the drums, the horns,
as well. Finally, the long,
the wild parade
of mummers crazed
you must spade off
the way my Daddy,
years ago, 
when I was four,
on a bright St. Patrick's Day,
turned the soil in Mother's garden,
cursed the British
one more time
then drove his spade,
while Mommy screamed,
through the neck
of a garden snake.
 
 
Donal Mahoney

You Never Can Fly Like a Bird

If you want to fly 
First of all, learn to walk. 
If you learn to walk, 
Walk a lot before to fly. 
Always remember though 
You are not a bird. 

The oldies don't count with years. 
It is the experiences that makes somebody to feel old. 
The knowlege comes from inside the experiences 
But you can fly all you life in the sky of knowledge... 
And you never can fly like a bird.

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
Form: ABC

Last Call

I'll change my star sign
A thousand times, what's one more?
It shines through summertime

Frozen, recoiled and glacial
Take a shot into the light
And melt yourself a river

Guilt is shattered inside
This glass shouldn't be worrisome
Help rebuild my penitency

Measured advances in moments
Last call, I'm imperative
But my scales are nearly broken

Autunm appears threatening
First of all, of a good time
But also a missed opportunity
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